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LevixReader- Pianos and cleaning duty

“Darn that Heinchiou…..” You grumbled to yourself, sweeping a room in HQ for the umpteenth time.

Today the Lance Corporal apparently decided that the spick-and-span castle wasn’t clean enough. Thus you were stuck cleaning an awfully large room in the northern tower of the castle-turned HQ. Thankfully the entire room was bare, save for an unknown piece of furniture covered by a dust cloth. You could have been out training, but nooooo you were stuck pushing a broom twice your size over the marble floor. For a typical member of the survey corps, this would have been much easier. Sadly, you were short. So short even Levi had a good 3 inches on you. Not that you were so short you couldn’t even fight titans. For God’s sake, your kill count at the age of (y/a) was 12. It wouldn’t be a ferocious titan that vanquished this great warrior- no it would be a stupid broom. Aggh! You had been so lost in thought that you hadn’t been watching were you swept. The wretched broom pushed up aginsed the wall, and threw you backwards, causing your (h/c) head to collide unpleasantly with the large item hidden by the cloth. Whatever it was made a twangy (1) noise in protest.God son of a titan (2)…… you winced, head throbbing. “Oh” for a moment, the pain was forgotten. When you had fallen, you knocked the dust cloth out of place, enough to see the pedals of a piano? Your hands eagerly pulled the rest of the cloth away. This was your lucky day. Heinchou (3) is going to kill me. Oh well. 00000000000000000000000000000000000000

At the age of six, your mother decided to teach you to learn to play the piano in order to make you “More cultured.”Not that you minded. But when wall Maria fell, well you couldn’t take the piano with you. And for the 5 years you trained in the military, there was ‘No need for music.’000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

Your (L/C) mouth formed a small O. This piano was nothing like your mother’s old, rickety wooden one. It was a shiny black lacquer, with pristine white keys, and a soft, leather-padded bench. You gently sat down, spreading your slender fingers over the keys. They practically buzzed in anticipation. You really should keep cleaning………Aw screw it.You glided your fingers across the keys, attempting to play a tune your mother taught you. It was hard, your fingers and brain rusty from lack of playing. Your fingers slipped, making you cringe at the sour notes. But soon you got the hang of it again. Fere JaquesFere JaquesDormir vous?Dormir Vous? (4)

This was the first tune you had ever learned. You can still remember your mother’s graceful fingers gliding your chubby awkward ones across the keys. The song was in French, you knew, witch was a language spoken before the era of the titans. You knew your Corporal could speak it- in fact you heard him whisper under his breath in it sometimes. Your fingers began picking out another tune, one that people called Christians used to sing long ago. We three kings of orient are.Bearing gifts, we traverse afar Field and fountain moor and mountain.

Ever since you were young, you had always wanted to travel outside the wall, like the kings. You wondered if they had to deal with titans. Probably not.The last note of the song resonated throughout the room as you cracked your knuckles in satisfaction. “Cadet” a stiff voice made you jump, your palms slamming on the keyboard. When did he get here?“H-Heinchou” You turned to see Levi staring at you, arms crossed. Gosh he’s going to be angry.“Cadet (name), why is this laying on the floor?” He pointed to your discarded broom. “Pick it up immediately” “I’m sorry sir.” You moved to pick up the broom, your boot catching on the corner of the bench, sending you tumbling to the ground. Suddenly a pair of strong arms grabbed you in midair. (5) You blushed red as Levi held you to his chest for an instant. The corporal gently guided you back to your bench, his cheeks dusted pink. “Cadet” His voice was kinder, yet still firm. “Why were you neglecting your cleaning duties?”“Well, I found this piano.. And … and...” I haven’t played it for a long time. And I love it. You wanted to say. But the corporal wasn’t much for sentiment. “Well?”“I-I just wanted to play the piano!”“I suppose I could let you play for a bit. Piano was always my favorite instrument.” Levi added. “Really Honcho?” you were sure you looked like a little kid. You didn’t care. “Yes. Now start playing before I change my mind.”“Alright”You turned around and began playing yet again, aware of Levi’s gaze on your back. When you finished you turned around to see Levi smiling. Stoic, cold, inhuman Levi was smiling. Sure it was just a little bit, but it was something. “Would you like to try?” You looked at the corporal hopefully. “I don’t know how to play, (name).”“I’ll show you how to play!” you eagerly grabbed his arm and pulled the again pink cheeked corporal next to you. “Now” You place your hand over his, guiding his fingers across the keyboard. “Let’s start with something easy”“How about this?” Levi placed his free hand under your chin and before you had time to react, pulled your face toward his, kissing you sweetly.

Who knew piano could be so fun?

(1) A piano ish noise(2) Hehehe foul mouth.(3) Corporal.(4) I made you play stupid songs……(5) How cheesy…

I suppose I shall spare you the details of those 12, long boring hours I spent playing maid for Heichou as he lounged in an armchair, dictating my every move. (See? I'm caring. I would have made a very good ruler.) But what I will tell you is never, ever, EVER be late for anything Heichou assigns you to do. Ever. Because if you do, you will find yourself stumbling back to the bunkhouse at midnight, your stomach growling and painful from lack of food and your hands red and peeling. Consider yourself warned.

I blindly collapsed on my bed, the gnawing pain in my stomach nearly paralyzing. I buried my face into the pillow, letting out a long moan of agitation.I felt like crap.

"Uh, b/n?" a pair of worried blue eyes peeked over from the top bunk, glinting in the faint moonlight."Yeah?" I tried to sound kinder then I was feeling; after all, I had been a pretty big d*** to my friends these past few days, especially to Armin.

"Are you okay? You haven't been here for the past day, and you look sick." Armin dropped from the upper bunk with surprising grace for someone like him. "Have you eaten? I haven't seen you at the mess hall since you woke up. Eren's been eating with us- I know you aren't eating with heichou."

My stomach rumbled before I could answer, causing me to cringe in embarrassment.Armin smiled gently. "Yeah. Thought so. Be right back."

The blonde padded away silently with a surprising amount of stealth. I sat up and kicked my boots off, not caring where they went. I shrugged out of my jacket; that was all I could take off for now as it was too dangerous to risk removing anymore.

Armin could return at any moment and I didn't want him to catch me in a- compromising- position. It was a good thing I didn't, as the blonde saint quickly returned with a handkerchief wrapped package.

He lightly tossed it to me, and mouthed good night. Inside the bundle were two golden and flaky pastries-still slightly warm. My mouth watered at the sight.

"Armin" I whispered loudly, pushing on the exposed mattress of his bunk."Hmm?""Thank you.""No problem.""Oh and by the way, I'm sorry for the other day. And today.""That's alright, B/N. Good night.""Night."I returned my attention to the food, and practically inhaled it. I was too sleepy to care about savoring something that good. I flopped back on the bed, slightly more satisfied then before. But before long, I drifted off to dreamland.

"Hello dear." The woman leaned down in a graceful way, befitting of a lady. Copious amounts of jewelry dangled off her swanlike neck, and her face was painted with abundant amounts of rouge and lipstick.

"Who are you?" I asked with the childlike innocence of an 8-year old. "Are you one of those street whores big brother Alexi told me about?""The woman chuckled daintily, yet there was a cruel fakeness in her laugh. Her blue eyes shined menacingly down on me and her blonde curls dangled over my face.

"No, Ahiko. My name is lady Kira. I am going to be your new mommy.""My new mommy!""Yes." She adjusted my baggy button down shirt, a two-sizes-too-large hand me down of Alexi's, in a meager attempt at a motherly gesture. Her touch seemed too harsh, too rough, as her sharp talon-like nails scraped my exposed flesh.

"Lady Kira?""Yes?" Her voice was strained."I don't think I want you to be my new mommy."

She straightened, her gentle façade gone, replaced by the icy cold glare of hers."Like it or not kid, I will be the queen.""So you don't love my daddy?" I asked, tilting my head.

She flicked a bit of dirt out from under her nail, glaring at me over her hand like I was some sort of bug. "No, not at all.""But aren't married people supposed to love each other? My mommy loved my daddy very very much.""This is called a political marriage. I don't think you would know what that means, so I will tell you. I marry your daddy and I become queen. I get to rule an have a son, guess what?"

"He gets to become king." I answered dutifully."You are very well versed in politics, I see.""Yup." I rocked back on my heels, eager to be receiving praise from this woman whom I thought had hated me.

"Good for you kid, just stay out of my way." She ruffled my hair, her nails digging into my scalp painfully. She turned and sauntered away. (In the most un-ladylike manner, might I add. I do think Alexi was right. She is a common street whore.) I could tell you one thing- I didn't like that woman.

For the first time in days, I didn't have a nightmare. I woke up feeling refreshed and much less irritated than the previous day. Maybe that was heichou's problem. If he slept more, he might lose that stick up his butt.

The sun was barely over the horizon when I tumbled out of bed, determined not to do anything to make this day worse than it was already going to be. The entire legion had to gather at the main entranceway upon arrival of the royal family- as per military protocol. I was hoping to weasel my way into the back of the crowd and stay hidden but, alas, fate had something else planned.

"B/N, you and Jaeger are expected to stand with me and the squad leaders once the royal family arrives." Heichou instructed while tapping his finger thoughtfully on the desk."Hurry up and finish your paperwork so we can head down.""Yes heichou." I mumbled, bent over some stray paperwork that I hadn't completed two nights prior.

Within an hour we were gathered at the main gate, the sun beating down torturously upon us as we awaited the arrival of my father, stepmother, and sisters. Groans of annoyance and hushed conversations could be picked out from the crowd. Most people seemed excited- after all it wasn't everyday you got to meet royalty. Others, like Jean, were making their complaints audible, much to everyone's annoyance. My nerves were already pretty snapped; I didn't want to listen to that idiot complain about the weather, or the dust, or the bugs.

"You doing okay, B/N?" Eren leaned over, his face mere inches from mine. "You don't look so good. Is it the heat?""I'm fine." I attempted a measly smile in order to calm Eren, but he didn't look convinced. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a cry of "Look!"

Coming around the bend in front of the survey corps headquarters was an ornate white carriage, trimmed gracefully with gold leaf and porcelain. Four grey stallions in exquisite gold harnesses pulled the contraption. That monstrosity probably cost thousands- more than an average person made in a lifetime. There were people starving and stepmother was wasting funds on this?

"B/N, can you please wipe that look off your face? You look like you are about to murder someone. Look presentable for royalty, at least." Heichou grumbled.

A thin footman pulled open the door, and everyone snapped into a salute as my father stepped out of the carriage, dressed simply by the standards of royalty in black trousers and a black waistcoat. His brown hair was thinning out and graying slightly, and he looked older then I had remembered. More beaten-down.

I wanted to rush out of the crowd and hug him, tell him I was okay. But of course, I couldn't do that.

Father extended his hand to a woman, who elegantly stepped out of the carriage in a blur of white muslin and silk. She examined the crowd, her overly-painted lips curling into a small, almost undetectable smile when she noticed me. My heart froze. She couldn't have known it was me... It had to have been a trick of the light... Or perhaps, just my nerves getting to me again...

A young girl sprung out next, her blonde curls escaping from her hair bow and her robin's egg blue dress rumpled. The last one to exit the carriage was a young teenager, dressed in an impeccable white dress, who took the king's hand and exited in the same fashion as my stepmother.

Satisfied the carriage had been emptied, the footman shut the door with an audible bang. Stepmother's eyes narrowed in carefully suppressed annoyance as she whispered something to the man. He bowed in response.

"His majesty King Damien III, her majesty Queen Kira, and their royal highness, princesses Victoria and Elisabeth. It is also with great sorrow that His majesty, King Damien would like to announce that his highness, Prince Ahiko has yet to be found."

My heart twisted a little at that statement- maybe I was a little selfish, running away like that. My father had to be absolutely sick with worry. Or maybe there was no worry left. Maybe he had already given up hope, and all that remained was grief?

The family began striding up the path to the castle, stepmother staring straight ahead as if we were not worth her "precious" time. Victoria and Elisabeth followed behind, Victoria's eyes scanning the crowd with ladylike grace, and Elisabeth bouncing around and grinning at random people. She stopped right in front of me, and smiled broadly.

I froze. Keep walking child, I'm not here. I thought desperately to myself.After a few seconds, she began to attract the attention of the other members of the scouting legion, and Victoria. Recognition seemed to pass over her features. I bowed stiffly, dropping my head in an attempt to hide it.

"Highnesses." It felt weird to hear that title coming from my own mouth, directed toward my own sisters."You look like my big brother Ahiko!" Elisabeth squealed, latching onto my leg. Immediately all eyes turned toward me, including those of my father and stepmother. "Is your name Ahiko?"

Every bone in my body was screaming at me to say yes, to reach down and embrace my sister. Yet, obviously I couldn't.

"No, highness I am very sorry, but my name is not Ahiko." Both Victoria and, surprisingly, Heichou, were watching me with a disbelieving glare.

Heichou couldn't know- could he? The only other person who knew was Petra, my dearly departed best friend. I felt my face go hot from embarrassment. A few whispered bits of conversation were exchanged among the crowd."He does look like him.""The hair color's all wrong"."How did I not see the resemblance?"

"Now dear, that's very impolite, not to mention un-ladylike to latch onto someone like that." Stepmother pried the blonde child from my leg and sat her down in front of me."Apologize." She sternly commanded."Sorry mister." Elizabeth smiled cheerfully up at me, revealing a few missing baby teeth. "We can still be friends though, right? Victoria doesn't play with me anymore like she used to. She says a lady shouldn't run around... Plus my brother is gone. So I get very lonely!"

"Of course, highness." Before I could stop myself, I squatted down to look into her cerulean eyes and ruffled her blonde hair in a manner that was too familiar for a "common person" to be doing. "I'll find some time to play with you. We'll have lots of fun, right?" Stepmother glared at me out of the corner of her eye, her lips curling into her trademark sickly- sweet grin that I knew all too well. In an instant, I realized how fatal that decision was. I stood up slowly, my cheeks burning.

"Well well, my daughter seems quite taken with you." Stepmother gave off a fake little chuckle.

"Would you be so inclined as to act as my daughters' personal guard? You are a member of the special ops squad, am I correct?" She glanced at Levi, who nodded in approval, before returning her piercing glare to me. I could feel Levi's glare boring into the back of my head as they awaited my answer. Suddenly I felt like one of the butterflies on a pin in the case in father's study at the palace. I was trapped, I couldn't breathe. Stepmother knew, and now there was no choice but to play her game.

"I'd be honored to, your majesty." I felt myself speak before I could stop myself

Hahahahahh here it is, the new chapter! It's been a long time since I worked on this story. Also, thank you to MimiBlue for being my beta reader. You can check out her lovely fanfiction page Here- As always, you can read this on Fanfiction if that suits your fancy *Right Here*Previous chapters- <da:thumb id="439261346"> <da:thumb id="439144941"> <da:thumb id="436672171"> <da:thumb id="438920394"> <da:thumb id="439261346"> Levi (c) Hajime Isayma You (c)

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